According to the Bible, “Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.” And who are we to argue? However, as the following letters suggest, hardly anyone has more fun than the man or woman who lays down for a roll in the hay with a friend. One might naturally be tempted to resist the temptations of getting closer to a seductive acquaintance for fear of ruining a good friendship. Although a little healthy trepidation never hurt anyone, it’s also wise to consider that the best friendships can blossom between the sheets into relationships that satisfy both body and mind. In our first letter, a young widow’s unexpected encounter with an old friend leads to reminiscences of flirtations past. When the reunion moves into the bedroom, she finds out just how satisfying it can be to finally act on desires that had been unspoken for years. Next, virtue is its own orgasmic reward when a guy does a simple favor for his buddy. This story might make you think twice before you ask a pal to give your partner a lift home. Finally, an airline pilot yields to his impulses and his close platonic friendship with a married woman soars to erotic heights both bittersweet and satisfying. And after all is said and done, isn’t that what friends are for? E.McK.
Rita’s letter: I recently had an experience that I would like to share with my fellow Penthouse Letters readers.
First let me tell you a little about myself. My name is Rita. I am in my early twenties and I am a recent widow. I went through a very long period of depression when my husband was killed in a car accident. I was so depressed that I unintentionally lost seventy pounds—which was twenty pounds more than I had intended to lose when I was dieting. Also, since my husband had many accidental death policies, I suddenly found myself financially well off. I only regret that he couldn’t be here to share my new slender body and wealth. After paying off my home and buying a whole new wardrobe—from lingerie to a new fur—I took a leave of absence from work to pursue my writing.
I joined a writers’ guild and booked myself for a three day seminar at a Dallas hotel, reserving the penthouse suite, an extravagance that I had always wanted to indulge in. I arrived a day early to get my bearings and relax. As I surveyed my suite, I found that it included a Jacuzzi in a room with mirrored walls. I immediately started shedding my clothes. As I stood in front of the mirrors, I ran my hands over my slender thighs and up to my waistline and stopped just long enough to cup my small round breasts in each hand.
I lit a candle and a joint and lowered myself into the warm whirling water. I closed my eyes and took in all the great sensations and the feel of luxury. My thoughts were interrupted when I heard a knock on the door. Remembering that I hadn’t locked it and not feeling a bit shy, I simply told the unknown person on the other side of the door to come on in. He was younger than I, tall and muscular with blond hair and the boy-next-door kind of face. He stood just a few feet away from me, staring at my exposed flesh through the water. His beautiful brown eyes told me what he was feeling, as did the bulge in his trousers. He finally spoke in a shy voice, saying that he was told to deliver the complimentary bottle of champagne to my suite. After a few exchanges of looks and thoughts, I found out that this was his last duty before his lunch hour. So I invited him to join me in a glass of champagne and a Jacuzzi bath. He poured us both a glass and gave me a very long sexy French kiss, then he pulled off his clothes and climbed in. The feel of his hands on my body mixed with the sensations of the Jacuzzi sent me into a wild frenzy. He rose up and sat on the side of the tub. He pulled me over to where he was and kissed me. Then he lowered my head to his lap. I stroked his enormous erection then took the head of it into my mouth and gave him the best blowjob ever. Just as he exploded his warm come into my throat, I looked up and was bewildered by the sight before me. There, right before my eyes, was a replica of the Adonis before me. Without a word, the new stranger handed his twin and me a towel to dry each other off and then he stripped off his clothes. In a delirious state, I was lead to the bedroom by this matching pair of hunks. What happened next I really can’t recall in order, but I know it was one of the greatest experiences I have ever had. I awoke at three in the afternoon, naked and between silk sheets, not knowing if my memory was real or a dream.
I decided to take a dip in the pool before changing for dinner. Feeling extremely sexy, I decided to wear my new trench cut yellow bikini that would show off my trademark, a yellow rose which is tattooed on my right hip. After my swim, I returned to my suite. Within minutes a delivery boy brought me a dozen yellow roses with a card that said, “Roses are red, in your case they’re yellow, the dining room at six tonight. Love, An interested fellow.” Thinking the roses may have been from one or both of the hunks I had met or dreamed of earlier, I decided to investigate. Donning myself in my white lace basque and matching bikini, my thoughts returned to that afternoon. Was it a dream, or was it real? I would soon find out. I slid on my stockings and fastened them to the garters. I put on my white suede low cut dress and then my four inch heels.
Was I shocked to find out who was in the dining room! It was Ken, a writer and artist who I had worked with several years ago, and whom I had always had a terrible crush on. He said he had seen me at the pool, not absolutely sure if it was me since I had changed so much since he last saw me. The reason for the dozen yellow roses was twofold First, I had once teasingly sent him a yellow rose at work on Valentine’s Day. Secondly, he had noticed my tattoo. He said the tattoo made him think of a girl named Rita that he used to work with and had always secretly wanted to know better.
Me! And since his recent divorce, he intended to do exactly that. Needless to say, dinner went quickly and we were soon in the now familiar surroundings of my penthouse suite. He was so gentle and sweet. His first kiss sent fire and ice through my body and made me want to strip both of us and screw him right there.
I restrained myself. He removed my fur and dress and I slowly unbuttoned his shirt. He just stood there for a minute gazing at me. I then led him to the bedroom and did a very slow striptease, resting between articles of clothing so that he could kiss and lick the newly exposed flesh. Then I returned the favor as I removed his clothes. He laid me down on the bed and spread my legs. Then he started at my toes and kissed and licked his way to my neck, saving the best for last. As his wet tongue caressed my slit and teased my hard clit, I was writhing in ecstasy. After I came, I said, “It’s my turn to repay you now.”
I rolled him over onto his back and kissed and licked my way up to his mouth. He tasted of sex and his sultry eyes were following my every move. I stopped only long enough to run my teeth over his nipples and lick my way back down to the purple head of his throbbing dick. I gave it a little squeeze and then wrapped my hot mouth around It and took as much of it as I could.
When I felt his hot come filling my mouth and throat, I was in seventh heaven. I laid my head on his leg and continued to stroke his thick member back to life again. When he was ready, I mounted him and rode him like a cowgirl would ride her favorite stallion. All the while, he kneaded my tits and when he came it was like nothing I have ever experienced before. We made love many more times that night and really did get to know each other better.
Bill’s letter: I was sitting at home the other night, going over my list of women that I have had anything to do with sexually.
I am not bragging, but I have been to bed with quite a few very sexy women. I can’t with all honesty say that they were all as experienced as I would have liked them to be, but a fuck is just a fuck—right? Well, that’s what I thought—until last night.
I was out at one of the local nightclubs in town, having a great time. I was able to dance with quite a few different girls. I sat out on one dance in particular, and to my absolute surprise I saw an old buddy of mine, whom I hadn’t seen for years. His name is Rick. He introduced me to his girlfriend, whom I’ll call Debra. She is brunette, twenty-one-years old with the most sensuous hazel eyes I have ever seen. She stands approximately five-feet-seven-inches tall. Her body was indeed a pleasure to look at. She had on a T-shirt without a bra. Her pants were skin tight, so that the lips of her crack showed. I could barely keep my eyes off of her.
The three at us sat and talked for quite some time. I guessed that Rick and Vicky had had an argument sometime before I met up with them, because Rick became very abusive with Debra all of a sudden. I started to feel as though I should leave. As I was about to excuse myself, Debra told Rick to quit acting so foolish or she would leave. With that, Rick stood up and said he should go, and asked if I would give Debra a ride home. Being the good friend that I was, I said that I’d be glad to.
Debra and I sat for a while longer and although she was a little upset at first, eventually she began to laugh and joke with me. By now, the bar was closing and I told her that I should drive her home. It was about two in the morning when we got to her place. Just before she got out of the car, she asked me if I would like to come in for a coffee. I said yes and followed her into her apartment. She asked me if I would like to sit on the couch while she made the coffee.
After what seemed rather a long wait, she emerged from the kitchen with two cups of coffee. I hardly noticed the coffee, however, since I was busy noticing what she was wearing. She must have gone into her bedroom and got changed, because now she was wearing baby-doll pajamas. I stared at her from her head to her toes and embarrassingly enough, I began to get a hard-on.
Debra came over to the couch and sat down beside me. From the corner of my eye I caught her staring at the very noticeable bulge in my pants. The next thing I knew, she had her arms around my neck, and she was kissing me. It didn’t take long for both of us to get out of our clothes and onto the bearskin rug in front of the fireplace. First at all Debra told me how grateful she was for the ride home, and that she should thank me properly.
With that said, she dropped her head to my now fully erect cock. She began licking the purple head and teasingly sticking her tongue into the tiny hole. Next she engulfed the whole of my aching rod. I could feel the back of her throat vibrating on the head of my pulsating cock. It didn’t take long before I exploded. She gulped down the hot fluid as if she existed on it. She kept on sucking until I slowly grew limp. I then pulled her up on top of me and started Frenching her.
By this time she was obviously very aroused. So I rolled her onto her back and started licking and nibbling on those two gorgeous melons of hers. As I moved down to the triangle of love, I heard her let out a moan from deep in her throat. It was again quite obvious that she was hot and ready for more action. I spread her legs and started licking and sucking on her already sopping wet pussy. It wasn’t long before she was bucking and mashing her cunt into my face, forcing my tongue into the depths of her sweet, gorgeous slit When she came, it was like a tidal wave washing over my face.
By this time my jaw was getting quite sore, so I pulled up on top of her and she began licking every trace of her come off of my face. Again my long skinny friend was standing at full attention and just aching to release yet another load. I moved Debra’s legs apart, and she engulfed the whole of my shaft in one quick motion. We didn’t waste any time at all before we both had mind twisting orgasms. After we were both spent, we just lay there for what seemed like eternity. I finally got up and began to get dressed. I looked over at Debra and she was lying on the bearskin rug, grinning from ear to ear. I walked out of her apartment thinking that it would be nice if Rick and her could have more fights. Then I could drive Debra home again.
Anton’s letter: I’m sitting in a lonely hotel room reading Penthouse Letters my favorite magazine . I’ve got to wait for a business meeting to be over, so I can fly the passengers back to their company headquarters. You see, I’m a pilot. The reason I’m writing this letter is because of Irina. That’s not her real name.
I’m thirty-eight years old, six feet four inches tall, with dark hair and blue eyes. My girlfriend and her friends call me a hunk. I’ve never had trouble getting a woman, and my girlfriend is gorgeous enough to rival Bo Derek. But this story isn’t about my girlfriend. It’s about my good friend named Irina. I met her several years ago through our professions and we immediately became good friends. She helped me a lot through my sticky divorce. Like the good friends that we are, we see each other from time to time.
On my last visit to her hometown, I gave her a call. She invited me over, since we hadn’t seen each other for a while. When I got there we drank wine, laughed, talked and were having a great time as usual.
She had rented a movie that night, so we settled down in front of her VCR to watch it together. I was sitting on the couch and she was lying on the floor. I can’t remember the name of the flick, but I can tell you that it was one of those movies that brings a woman to tears. By the time the final credits rolled across the screen, my friend Irina was crying her heart out. So, like any good friend would, I got down on the floor to comfort her.
When I hugged her, I looked into her green eyes, and something snapped. I knew I had to kiss her. She pulled away and stared at me for just a minute and man, when you look into those eyes of hers, believe me, a minute is like an eternity . I started to say I was sorry when she leaned over and kissed me. God, her tongue hit mine and it was like sparks. We were naked and caressing each other so fast it made my head spin. Each time she kissed it, she made my body scream. When her lips reached my dick I knew it was all over. A woman’s mouth can do such wondrous things. I shot come all over the place. I’d never had a woman before who made love with such intensity! I wanted to give it all back to her.
I licked every bit of sweat off her body, all around her nipples, her belly and finally her pussy. I concentrated on playing with her clit, till she had multiple orgasms. We fucked—no, let me put it another way—we made love for hours right there on the living room floor.
My regular girlfriend is a good lover, she’s got great tits and a nice round ass. Irina, on the other hand, is a tall redhead, with penetrating green eyes, the kind that will look into your soul. She doesn’t have a model’s figure, but she does, however, have a good one. I’d give anything to be in her arms again right now, but she’s married and has children.
I told her it would never happen again between us because I know she loves her husband. I won’t make trouble for her. But as time goes by, I’m not so sure I can keep my promise. All I think about is the intensity of our lovemaking. She’s moving away now. I will probably never see her again. They’ve bought a house in Nashville.
I’m in love with Irina and if someone sees a good looking redhead in Nashville, and if she answers to Irina, tell her that her flyboy is…Nashville bound.
